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Paper City Engraving Co., 


Holyoke, Mass. 

Artists and Photo 



Thomas Barrus '30 


Nathaniel Hill '30 


Gordon Nash '30 


William Merritt '31 Roger Warner '31 


Phyllis Baker '3L Winnifred Lloyd 


Austin Snow '31 Carrol Thayer '31 





Senior Class 


Class Day Exercises 


Class Eoll 


Class Play 


Class of 1931 


Class of 1932 


Class of 1933 




Prize Speaking 




Song Hits 




Alumni Notes 


Anne T. Dunphy 

Estella D. Warner 

gratefully oeuicate this issue of 

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Catherine E. Burke 

Eduin A. Wilder 


Athletics show up a person's char- 
acter. In the heat of battle the players 
are themselves and do not wear masks. 
True sportsmanship as well as any 
form of meanness is bound to come 
out. Some rise to the emergency and 
come through with flying colors. 
Others who have been called "good 
sports" fail to meet the test. The 
thing that really makes or breaks a 
team is the team spirit, where the play- 
ers work as one man. If one disobeys 
the rules and tries to play the whole 
game himself the team is bound to 
lose. It is called a team because all 
the players are supposed to work to- 
gether. If they are not working to- 
gether or if one man isn't willing to 
sacrifice himself to win, it is not a 
team, but a group of athletes pulling 
in opposite directions. Boys pulling 
together as one team in high school 
are laying the foundations for team- 
work in life without which no man be- 
comes a success. Thus athletics are 
one of the greatest helps to a student, 
if he plays with clean hands, a clean 
heart and a clean mind. 


Everyone likes to be popular. The 
phrase "to be popular" however has 
several interpretations according to 
one's views and its true worth is some- 
times overlooked. The real significance 
of popularity is — getting along with 
people. A bright nature, infectious 
humor and a gentle and tactful way 
form the very foundation of popular- 
ity. We mix with many kinds of peo- 
ple and we must adapt ourselves to 
those who are agreeable and also to 
those who may seem unapproachable. 
We reveal our true personality by lit- 
tle acts of kindness and love. To gain 
a warm respect through our own 
bright personality is to become truly 
popular. We must not strive to be 
the idol of the hour whose glamour 
shines only for a short time. We 
must be willing to work with people 
whether they are our friends or not — 
satisfying ourselves with the knowl- 
edge that we have done our part and 
filled a need in their lives. If we gain 
this respect, we find that we enjoy life 
more because we have revealed the 
good in our hearts. 



Winnifred Lloyd 

Thomas Barrus 

Gordon Nash 

Robert Merritt 




President (1) (2) Treasurer (3) Vice-President 
(4), Baseball (4), Class Play (3) (4), Editor- 
in-Chief of Tattler (4), Inter-scholastic Debating 
team (3) (4). National Forensic Key. Class Hist- 

Tommy is a good student but never got high 
blood pressure from speeding. Tommy is quite an 
athlete, too. He jumped into baseball this year as 
a relief from the monotony of study and landed on 
first base. He has held down the bag ever since. 


Soccer (1), Basketball (1) (2) (3) (4), Baseball 
(1) (3) (4), Class Play (2), Executive Committee 
of Debating Society (3), Prophecy on Prophet. 

Chet is our star in athletics and American Hist- 
orv. He says he can't make up his mind whether 
to be a second Babe Ruth or an English Professor. 
We rather think it will be the latter, as he easily 
summarized the whole of Macbeth in two sent- 


Treasurer (2), Basketball (4). Baseball (4), 
Treasurer of Athletic Association (4). Class Play 
(3) (4). Interscholastic Debating Team (3) (4), 
President of Debating Society (li. National 
Forensic Key. Class Oration. Pro Merito. 

Nathan is at the head of our class. His great- 
est liking is to pilot people — especially in the air- 
planes. We find that no task balks Nathan. He 
even tamed the porters at our hotel. Another 
stunt of his is to climb monuments. As debater, 
athlete, and "Prexy" he has proven his versatility. 



Vice-President (1) (2), President (3) (4), Class 
Play (2) (3) (4), Basketball (1) (2) (3) (4), 
Inter-scholastic Debating team (3) (4), Vice- 
President of Debating Society (4), Literary Edi- 
tor of Tattler (3) (4), Secretary of Athletic As- 
sociation (4), Basketball Captain (4), National 
Forensic Key, Address of Welcome, Farewell Ad- 
dress, Pro Merito. 

Sbe is our president and "leading lady". Sbe 
still seems to be leading one. We expect to bear 
Winnie has her pilot's license, soon. We bope she 
puts her English ability to better use than writing 


Secretary and Treasurer (1), Vice-President (3), 
Treasurer (4), Basketball (]), (2), (3), (4), 
Manager Baseball (3), Treasurer of Athletic As- 
sociation (3), President of Athletic Association 
(4), Class Play (3), (4), Soccer (1), Captain 
Basketball (4), Class Prophecy. 

Pat seems entirely content with his own neigh- 
borhood. We found out why Pat believed in the 
saying "two heads are better than one." He en- 
joyed the Washington trip, especially the tulips at 
the Captiol. His only failing is that he cannot 
tell the difference between real sleep and feigned. 


Secretary (2) (3) (4), Class Play (2) (3) (4), 
Business Manager of Tattler (4), Associate-Ed- 
itor of Tattler (3), Winner of Inter-scholastic 
Prize-Speaking (4), Basketball Manager (4), 
Baseball Manager (4), Peace Pact Essay, Ivy 
Song, Class Will. 

Count is the chief of our selling staff. When 
there is anything to sell, he sells it. If you want 
to arouse his sense of humor, just mention Room 
217. At play rehearsals we wondered where 
"Count John" got his courtly ways — it showed 
"practice makes perfect." 




We are bidding welcome to you all 
— parents, friends and teachers of our 


Our four years here are completed 
and tonight we are ready to be grad- 
uated from this school. Now — we 
realize how much Ave have accom- 
plished in these four years and — we 
owe 'it to you. You — our parents, 
friends and teachers, who have been 

ever ready with loving and loyal sup- 

It is this support that has made this 
night of all nights possible. We have 
been able to live up to our motto, and 
we shall always carry that beautiful 
feeling with us. 

The class of 1930 sincerely greets 


Winnifred Lloyd. 


On a bright September morning 
we, the class of 1930 entered this 
school with our hearts full of hope. 
We felt quite important, for had we 
not left grammar school? Were we 
not now fairly started on the high- 
way of life ? So we thought until we 
saw the upperclassmen and found out 
that we were really a very small and 
ignorant part of the school. 

However we found our room and 
registered. Later on we often wished 
that every day might be as easy as 
this one. We returned next day to 
receive our books and get organized 
in our various class rooms. Within a 
week we had been through the "hot 
oven" and the watt ring trough. This 
is our claim to fame. Ours was the 
last class to suffer organized whole- 
sale ducking. 

Scarcely had we become acquainted 
before we heard whisperings of that 
mysterious and awful customary cere- 
mony known as the Freshman Recep- 
tion. When the fateful night came we 
discovered that by entering into the 

spirit of it we might enjoy it almost 
as much as our audience. 

In October the Senior Class staged 
a Hallowe'en party which some of us 
attended. Later on we enjoyed a 
Christmas party. Both of these were 
great successes. The Junior Prom was 
not as important an event for us as our 
upperclassmen since we were not al- 
lowed to attend. 

Class Day came and we were im- 
mersed in the watering trough again, 
although not without a show of resis- 
tance, the result of which was no more 

Graduation of that great and mag- 
nificent class of 1927 held a compara- 
tively small amount of interest for as 
and we wondered if we would ever 
reach the point where we. too. might 
sit on the platform. 

Returning from vacation we found 
that our numbers were somewhat de- 
creased but we still had enough to 
jut the incoming class in its proper 

We elected our officers without the 
aid of the Senior president this time 


and tried our hand at ducking but 
were stopped in the midst of it. 

This time we had a more dignified 
part in the Freshman reception and we 
did our best to put them through a set 
of Herculean labors. 

This year interscholastic debating 
was undertaken and we had the pleas- 
use of seeing both Amherst and Had- 
ley fall before our team. 

Class Day came again but the only 
excitement was in throwing stones at 
the signs. The victory was ours for 
some of our signs stayed up and the 
others' did not. Graduation of our 
sister class left us to uphold the honor 
of the even classes. 

We returned as Juniors with only 
six in our class, however, we held our 
elections and got well started. We 
were in Miss Dunphy's room now, 
with two classes of children below 
and our own status was almost equal 
to that of the Seniors. 

Having placed the new class of in- 
fants where they belonged we began 
to seriously consider the fact that only 
two short years preceded our gradua- 
tion. At that time we felt that we 
had had time enough but recently we 
realized that it was all too short. 

Again we undertook interscholastic 
debating and our class had three mem- 
bers on the team. Under Mrs. War- 
ner's tireless and efficient coaching 
we kept our record clean by winning 
over Amherst and Hadley as in the 
previous year. Our Junior prom was 
an excellent result of much hard work 
and every one was well pleased with 

Class Day with its usual scraps con- 

cerning numerals hung on telephone 
and electric light wires arrived and 
then Graduation. This was a most in- 
teresting occasion not altogether un- 
tinged with sadness for those friends 
whom we had known so long were 
about to leave us. But we knew the 
next one would be ours so we made 
the best of it. 

A class of six dignified? seniors 
strode up the steps looking neither to 
the right nor left and entirely ignor- 
ing those insignificant atoms of hu- 
manity just entering. After much de- 
liberation we elected our officers and 
began work in earnest. We estab- 
lished a new custom by bedecking the 
Freshmen with various ribbons and 
pieces of cloth. We gave a series of 
entertainments presented by players 
of the Red Path Bureau. The income 
from this, together with previous class 
dues, gave us a start for our Wash- 
ington trip fund. We advise* other 
classes to make use of this opportun- 
ity if they have it, because they will 
need all they can raise and more too. 

The Springfield Union supervised 
the giving of a motion picture show en- 
tirely free and helped us along much 
more. Our class play presented in 
April made our Washington trip a 
reality. We started for the Capital 
Saturday, April 26, 1930 for a three 
days' sojourn there. We saw many 
interesting- things there and incidental- 
ly went for an airplane ride — another 
claim to fame. It had been a sort of 
secondary goal since we entered the 
school. Now we have about reached 
our primary goal and we realize that 
to have success one must aim for it. 

Thomas W. Barrus. 




One bright summer morning in the 
year 1940 I started out from Boston 
in my own airplane. I took off with 
no definite place in mind to land. The 
plane was headed south toward New 
York, which soon appeared just a few 
miles ahead. 

Suddenly the motor stopped dead, 
so in spite of my efforts to give it life 
again, I had to land on the enlarged 
Roosevelt field just outside of New 

I climbed out to be addressed by a 
clear voiced aviator, who said, "What 
can I do for you, Sir?" I immediate- 
ly recognized Chet Golash, dressed in 
a chief pilot's uniform. After giving 
me a hearty welcome, he ordered my 
plane to be repaired. Chet told me 
that he never cared much about flying 
until one of his friends took him up. 
Now he is a leading flyer with wings of 
his own to fly away from his annoyers 
whom he couldn't avoid when he was 
in high school. 

After we had eaten dinner we took 
off in one of Chet's fast ships to skip 
over to Detroit, where we landed 
gracefully with Chet at the controls. 
Here I learned thru Chet's acquaint- 
ances that a certain aviatrix, Winnie 
Lloyd, had just broken a woman's en- 
durance record. "Say, Chet, that 
aviatrix couldn't be our high school 
classmate?" I inquired. "I think she 
is the one, but still do }*ou remember 
how Winnie dreaded airplanes when 
we were in high school ? Well, we can 
go and find out anyway," he assured 
me. Chet led the way and we were ad- 
mitted to the flyer's room. There we 
at once knew that she was Winnie 

Lloyd from Burgy High. I asked her 
why she had given up her high school 
ambition to be a teacher. "Well," she 
said, "I wanted something more thrill- 
ing to do, so I have become a flyer." 

It wasn't very late in the afternoon 
so Chet asked Winnie to go to New 
York with us. She consented after the 
officials had checked her instruments. 
We landed in New York at twilight, 
ate dinner, and took off again to go 
to Trenton, N. J., where Nathaniel Hill 
was living. That evening we landed 
amidst Trenton's great field lights. 
Winnie took us to Hill's home, only a 
short walk from the airport. 

I knocked on the door of a beauti- 
ful mansion. A butler answered the 
call, saying, "Just a moment, Sir. I 
will see if Mr. Hill wishes to see you." 
The butler came back and said, "I am 
very sorry. Sir, Prof. Hill is busy.'" I 
gave him my card, and we waited. 
Suddenly Mr. Hill, a very important 
looking man. came to the door him- 
self, and as he showed us into his mag- 
nificent home, I thought of how his 
poise in high school days helped him 
to look so dignified now. Through the 
following conversation we learned that 
Nathaniel was the dean of Columbia 
Teachers' College in New York. I 
immediately recalled how he had SO 
often corrected the teachers in high 
school free gratis; now lie is paid to 
show them their mistakes. 

Later we went in Dean Hill's mar- 
velous ear to dine, as his guests, in 
Philadelphia. There we saw the newly 
completed art gallery and various 
other famous places which we hail 
seen on our Washington trip in 1 1)30. 



After touring the city we stopped in 
front of a beautiful hotel. The chauf- 
feur opened the car door. We stepped 
out, went into the restaurant and sat 
down in a private booth. 

In the midst of a good old Burgy 
conference Chet turned on the big ra- 
dio near at hand just as the announcer 
said, "This is Gordon J. Nash speak- 
ing from Philadelphia, and these are 
the following news items: Barrus de- 
feated Brown for Mass. Senator. He 
will take oath at 12:03 P. M. in the 
Senate Chamber." We were dumb- 
founded until Hill broke the silence by 
suggesting that we go over to the 
broadcasting station to see Gordon. 
We arrived there just in time to meet 
Announcer Nash on his way home. As 
the five of us stood there talking about 
our past experiences, I found out that 
Gordon had become Graham McNa- 
mee's rival, due mostly to his absolute 
success both on the stage and in the 
Burgy High Corridors. 

It wasn't very late, so Prof. Hill 
called Senator Barrus by telephone, 
and he made an appointment to meet 
him at 11:45 at the Washington Air- 

The next day we flew to the field, 
from which Winnie, Barrus and Gor- 
don had taken their first air ride, 
when they were Burgy Seniors. There 
we met our politician extraordinary, 
Thomas Barrus. He told us how he 
won his seat by debating on all occa- 
sions. While Tom was concluding that 
his training in debate under Mrs. War- 
ner, plus the numerous arguments in 
Miss Burke's English class, were most 
valuable to him, he presented me with 
a bunch of tulips from the Capitol Tu- 
lip Beds. I immediately recalled the 
night when he and I skipped up Penn. 
Ave. on our return from the show, to 
pluck some tulips. 

We had a delightful lunch in the 
Senator's Lobby in the Capitol Build- 
ing. Later we saw our schoolmate 
Tom sworn in for senator. After the 
ceremony the Burgy class of '30 num- 
bering six, went to the airport. 

So we parted en route for 'our re- 
spective homes. I arrived home that 
evening to tell my curious wife about 
my splendid trip with my class, reunit- 
ed after ten years in Washington, D. C 

Robert C. Merritt. 


One day as I was working as in- 
spector of the government mail planes 
at Paris, I was thinking of our grad- 
uation from Burgy High — just ten 
years ago. Planes with mail came 
roaring in, each and every one had to 
be inspected. Being a French holiday, 
my helper was off leaving me to do 
the work of two men. As I was finish- 
ing the inspection of a big ship, a pi- 

lot jumped from a plane which had 
just come in from the States and, run- 
ning up to me said, "Hey, fellow, look 
over my plane before the rest, I'm in 
a hurry". The tone of his voice re- 
minded me of the captain of our bas- 
ketball team in Burgy Highland when 
I looked up, sure enough there was 
Pat Merritt standing before me. 

When he told me he was chief of 



the Trans-Atlantic mail pilots, with 
important mail on board, I left the 
other ships to work on his. While I 
was working on his plane, he began to 
tell me of his experiences since grad- 
uation. After spending four years in 
college, he had gone to St. Louis to 
study aviation. The first time he went 
up alone, as he was still nervous and 
excited, he worked the wrong controls 
and crashed to the ground, coming out 

with only a few cuts and scratches. 
But as the days passed, his instructors 
saw that he had the nerve and skill 
which would make a good pilot, and 
gave him promotions and more respon- 
sibility until he became the chief pilot 
of the Trans-Atlantic mail planes. He 
finished his story, and jumping into his 
plane, w r as soon out of sight — and I 
turned back to my waiting planes. 

Chester Golash. 


We, the Class of 1930, being of 
sound mind and memory, but know- 
ing that we are about to leave Wil- 
liamsburg High School do make this 
our last will and testament. After 
payment of our just debts and com- 
mencement charges we bequeath and 
devise as follows : 

To the class of 1932, our sister class 
we do bequeath love and a firm and 
lasting place in our hearts and mem- 

To the class of 1933, Ave bequeath 
the right to begin having dances and 
parties to raise money for their Wash- 
ington trip. 

To the class of 1931, our successors, 
the right to fill to the best of their 
ability, those vacant places left by 
the Senior Class. 

To Miss Dunphy we leave our sin- 
cere appreciation and gratitude for the 
inspiration she has been to us. 

To Mrs. Warner who has won the 
admiration of all as coach of the De- 
bating Teams, Ave leave the privilege 
of carrying on this work hoping that 
the teams will have continued success. 

To Miss Burke the right to spend 
her winters in Burgy instead of taking 

those trips to and from Goshen every 

To Mr. Wilder we bequeath the use 
of the Lab. for a recitation room and 
not as a room for old relics. 

Thomas Barrus leaves his seat on 
the Goshen bus to the most worthy 

To George Field, Chet Golash leaves 
the baseball suit, which he does not 
wear on the field. 

Winnifred Lloyd leaves as her sole 
bequest, her "Bill" to Doris Sander- 

To Ruthven Daniels, Nathaniel Hill 
leaves his ability to talk coming home 
on the train from Washington. 

Robert Merritt leaves the right to 
jolly the customers at the First Na- 
tional Store to Carrol Thayer. 

To Ray Lee we leave a typewriter 
so that the teachers can read his writ- 
ten work. 

To Ruth Merritt we leave a box- 
seat at the Basketball Games so that 
no one around will bother her. 

To the Haydenville pupils Ave leave 
a horse and buggy, so that they Avill 
not need to bum to school in the fu- 



To Philip Cook we will the right to 
drive one-handed. 

To Phyllis Baker we leave a chain 
so that she will not loose her side kick. 

To Richard Burke we will an air- 
plane with a landing field in Hayden- 

To George Rustemeyer we bequeath 
an automobile to race Burke to a cer- 
tain Junior girl's house in Haydenville. 

To Bill Merritt the right to try and 
break the hearts of next year's Fresh- 
man girls. 

To Theresa Rosemarynoski the 
right to be a first class Math, teacher. 

To Edward Sheehan we leave the 
right to live the life of a hermit away 
from the girls. 

To Anastasia Kostek the right to 

continue to keep up her high standing. 
To Pete Snow and Cabby Thayer, 
the Searsville Twins, the right to con- 
tinue their good work in the Athletic 

To George Demetriou the sole right 
of growing up in more ways than one. 
In testimony thereof we hereunto 
set our hand and seal in the presence 
of these witnesses and declare this to 
be our last will and testament, this 
twenty-fourth day of June in the year 
of our Lord one thousand nine hun- 
dred and thirty. 

Miss A. T. Dunphy. 

Mrs. R. A. Warner, 

Miss C. Burke, 

Mr. E. Wilder, 

Gordon J. Nash. 



We are the 1930 class. 

We're glad you've come to hear us. 
We've had to strive our best to pass, 

So now we hope you'll cheer us. 


The worth in a class as in a pearl — 

Is quality not numbers. 
We are five boys and just one girl 

So none her path encumbers. 


Winnifred Lloyd is president 

Of the class of 1930, 
When to Washington we went, 

We found her rather flirty. 


Tom Barrus is a good student, 

And quite an athlete too. 
He has a scientific bent, 

Which ought to carry him through. 

Count Nash is the man who made a 
' success 

Of the play called College Days.. 
He did what he should, when the lady 
said yes , 
In quite surprising ways. 
Pat Merritt is our business man, 

And handles all our money. 
We often wonder how he can, 
Through all this, be so sunny. 
diet Golash is our star athlete, 
We know he'll never hurry. 
Though, as a sheik, he can't be beat, 
'Bout school work, he'll not worry. 
Now last, and maybe least there comes 

A boy, whose head they'd fill. 
With grammar, French and awful 
His name's Nathaniel Hill. 



Now you have heard me call our roll, 

You know our qualities; 
You realize that we have a goal, 

That we'll not reach with ease. 

We wish to thank you from our heart 
Friends, teachers, classmates too, 

Who gave us such a splendid start 
In the game of life so true. 

Nathaniel B. Hill, '30. 



Thomas Barrus 
*Nathaniel Hill 
Robert Merritt 


Chester Golash 
*Winnifred Lloyd 
Gordon Nash 
*Pro Merito Members 


Address of Welcome Winnifred Lloyd 
Class History Thomas Barrus 

Class Prophecy Robert Merritt 

Prophecy on the Prophet 

Chester Golash 
Class Will Gordon Nash 


Class Oration 
Farewell Address 

Nathaniel Hill 
Winnifred Llovd 

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"College Days". From the time 
the curtain went up on the campus 
scene until it was rung down on the 
last chorus the action and music kept 
the audience interested. Winnifred 
Lloyd was charming in her role as lead- 
ing lady, while William Merritt's clear 
and pleasing tenor voice was a sur- 
prise and delight to those who heard 
him. Phyllis Baker and Gordon Nash 
showed their natural talent as actors 
throughout the play and their singing 
was much enjoyed. Neva Nash, dean 
of women, one who "just loves ro- 
mance," did some very fine acting in 
her scenes with Prexy. Nathaniel Hill 
acted the part of the old type college 
president admirably. Charles Damon 
as "Foxy Grandpa", acted his part so 
well that many of his friends failed to 
recognize him. Thomas Barrus, the 
other "villain," took his part well, also. 
The quartet of boys who sang several 
selections with Nash, were well re- 
ceived and furnished some of the com- 
edy. They included Carrol Thayer, 
Russell Clark, Philip Cook and Robert 

Merritt. The choruses showed excel- 
lent training as well as the leading 
parts. Those in the choruses were 
Juvy Black, Richard Burke, Lawson 
Clark, Harriet Dodge, Catherine Grace 
Madeline Halloway, Anastasia Kostek, 
Louise Kellogg, Ethel Mosher, Jean 
and Ruth Merritt, Rowena and Ruth 
Pittsinger, David Packard, Theresa 
Rosemaryanski, George Rustemeyer, 
Helen Smiley, Mari Wells, Helen 
Wickland, Lois Bisbee, Esther Lupien, 
Ruth Pomeroy, Betty Wells, Catherine 
Otis, Roslyn Brown, Gladys Irwin, 
Priscilla Webb, Blanche Heath, Vera 
Galpin, Ruthven Daniels and Roger 
Warner. The success of the play was 
due primarily to Miss Helen Johnson, 
musical supervisor. Carl Norton, 
whose skill in directing dialogue 
is well known and whose artistic abil- 
ity made the setting so attractive, de- 
serves much praise. Mrs. Eaton, 
whose talent as a real accompanist has 
long been recognized, made the chorus 
and soloists feel at ease. 

k§s of 1931 

President : Catherine Otis 

Vice-President: Roslyn Brown 
Secretary: Phyllis Baker 
Treasurer: Carrol Thayer 

Roger Warner is the "highest" boy 
in our class in more ways than one, 
and his long legs must be a great aid 
in those trips to Mountain Street. 

Raymond Lee still furnishes his share 
of comed} T for the junior class, and 
the financial success of the baseball 
team is due entirely to his persistent 

Irene Porter seems to think a lot 
of Goshen because it has a "Hill". 

Pete Snow is our famous "short" 
stop and his good humour and quick 
wit enlighten the grind of classes. 

Elroy Stanton, our drummer boy 
from West Chesterfield, seems to go 
to the "Barbar(a)" very often for a 
young lad. What's the attraction, El- 
roy ? 

"Bebe" Daniels is the baby of our 
class, our Romeo seems to have "a way 
with women." 

Gladys and Roslyn have become our 
expert printers because of their "mul- 
tigraph" experience. 

Betty Healy, the quiet member of 
the class, is always happy when school 
is out. Could a certain bus driver be 
the answer to our question, "why?" 

Cabby Thayer is our wittiest mem- 
ber and scrappiest athlete. He is like 
a flash on the floor and a cloud of 
dust on the diamond. 



Catherine Otis is our president and 
most popular girl, and she is also, our 
basketball star. We dare say that she 
misses those cornet solos, now that 
certain people have moved to town. 

Along with basketball, Priscilla's 

greatest joy is her curls. 

If anyone is wishing information 
concerning the movie houses in near 
by towns we suggest that they ask 
Blanche Heath. 

William Merritt's fine singing in 

"College Days" surprised everyone and 
he was an excellent leading man as 
Winnie thought. We realize his 
catching ability is not only on the 
baseball field but elsewhere too. 

Phyllis Baker is the actress of our 
class and as "Jerry" and "Helen" she 
has had a great deal of romance. 

Doris Sanderson made quite a "Can- 
dy girl" at the time of our play. We 
would like to know if she derives that 
"sweetness" from the "sweets" she 
seems to possess. 


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President: Philip Cook 

Vice-President: Ruth Pittsinger 
Secretary: Neva Nash 

Treasurer: Charles Damon 

Phil Cook was never much of a mu- 
sician, but due to the influence of one 
of his friends, he has become quite a 
"Pitty" singer. 

"Galagher" we must say, is fond 
of every phase of studying, but seems 
to be especially attached to Caesar. 

Our Esther surely "keeps things go- 
ing!" Even vanished love affairs (dis- 
appointing to the other fellow) can- 
not dampen her bubbling spirits. 

We understand that Lois is going 
into the corn business as she has ex- 
pressed a very decided fondness for 

Charlie is another one who takes 
advantage of large families, at least, 
no one had to ask whom he was tak- 
ing to the Prom. 

Poor Betty often falls victim to Es- 
ther's teasing, but manages to battle 
her wa} T out pretty well for a little 

Is it Russell or his bicycle that is 
responsible for his growing popular- 
ity — especially with a certain native 
of Chesterfield? 

We always supposed that "Baldy" 
was to become a dean in a woman's 
college, but lately she has become so 
air-minded, we believe she must be go- 
ing to be an aviatrix. 

Ruth Pittsinger is surely 32s mod- 
el, with her abundance of A's and 
ready smile. That's the only way, 
Ruthie, and we know you'll reach 
your goal with flaming colors. 

Every class is blessed with one mem- 
ber who believes that "brevity is the 
soul of wit." Ruth Pomeroy, with her 
dry and witty remarks is the honored 
one of 1932. 

©it 1 

President: Richard Burke 

Vice-President: Juvy Black 
Treasurer: George Rustemeyer 
Secretar) r : Rowena Pittsinger 

Richard Burke has become so air- 
minded that it a hard battle for him 
to keep his mind on everyday mat- 

George Rustemeyer seems to be 
seeking advice from some Junior girls 
for a new invention that will tajke the 
place of the old-time bicycle. 

Rowena Pittsinger, this demure 
"midget" has surprised us all, but we 
believe that "Good things come in 
small packages." 

Harriet Dodge, another miss from 
Chesterfield has a strong liking for 
cards (covered with A's). 

David Packard will soon be very 
fiuent in Latin judging by the way he 
handles those verbs. 

Bill Malloy tries hard to get his 
studies but the girls will bother him. 

Lawson Clark, we find that Jerry's 
favorite cereal is "Kellogg's Corn- 

Ethel Mosher has only one real in- 
terest and that is her study of human 

Katherine Grace, it is well that it 
is nearing the close of school because 
Kay has a sore thumb. Do you know 
why ? 

Magdalene Nietsche's only wish is 
that she may reach school on time. 

George Demetrion may start home 
sometime on one of his horizontal lines 
and stejj off the globe ! 

Frederick Goodhue, we don't know 
much about Fred except that he's a 
good boy-scout. But who would want 
more ? 



John Shaw believes it is best to be 
seen and not heard. 

George Field. Why do you make 
eyes at the girls during the first P. M. 
period ? 

Helen Smiley. We fear that Helen 
may soon leave us for she prefers 
Pennsylvania to Massachusetts. Oh ! 
My! My! My! 

Juvy Black loves basketball because 
of the walks home. Why is it, Juvy? 

Mari Wells doesn't have much to 
say but "Still water runs deep." 

Madeline Halloway is the studious 
one in our class. We wish you luck ! 

Ruth Merritt is well liked for her 
happy nature but she has one dislike. 
Ask her what it is ! 

George Judd's favorite pastime is 
to watch Stanton laugh at his witti- 

Jean Merritt will be missed at the 
switchboard for her cherry service. 

Elmer Thayer is one who sees all, 
knows all — but treats the world as a 

Theresa Rosemarynoski and Anas- 
tasia Kostek. At the rate these two 
girls are going we believe that they 
are going to be Pro Meritos. 

Louise Kellogg is just an average 
girl but at the same time we wish to 
WARN'ER about some Junior boys. 

Helen Wickland, this bashful miss 
hails from West Chesterfield but city 
life seems to be spoiling her. Be care- 
ful Sally! 

Mary Dunn joined our class quite 
recently but we'll hear more from her 

y ¥i "y 

"The Quest of the Cloud" 

On one side was land, on the other the sea, 
Above in the blue, a grey cloud hung free 
All day it was searching the blue heavens over 
As it seemed to be playing the part of a rover. 

It first floated East, then it turned to the 

It seemed to be after the place which was 

Not once did this fleecy cloud stop for a rest, 
Not once did it tire in its unending quest. 

The wind swiftly came and blew it apart, 
Giving each little cloud a puff for a start. 
Then away they floated, we'll never know 

For to witness the race, the sun only, was 


Betty Healy '31. 


Here's to the very finest gift 

That life could ever send. 
Someone who's always on the job 

When his children need a friend. 

Yes, here's to the very finest man 
And to you we give a toast, 

You are the one who never fails 

When your children need you most. 

Your loving care means much to us 

In work as well as play. 
In Mother's place you've been our guide 

And helped us o'er "Life's Way". 

Neva Nash '32. 

"The Nutshell" 

Amidst the roar of the river. 

As it pushes on to the sea. 

Where the cold winter winds make you shiver. 

Stands "The Nutshell" as firm as can be. 

A breeze twirls the miniature windmills 
By the keeper so cleverly made. 
While the toys nod from the window-sills 
At the pansies down in the shade. 

Over his work the keeper bends 
Heating his iron at the forge 
He heeds not the message the water sends, 
Nor the famous "Old Man of the Gorge". 

Ruth Pittsinger '32 

Rest, Ye Heroes! 

Rest in peace, ye Heroes dead 

The invading Huns long since have fled 

But stories of your deeds remain 

And future history will explain: — 

How you fought and died, for native land, 

How you faced the hell of No-Man's Land, 

How you hammered back the charging Huns, 

With the sharp bayonets of your guns, 

How you fought until the very end, 

The enemy's strong line to bend; 

How in mud you ate and slept and fought, 

And with your lives World Freedom bought; 

How though you knew you might be killed, 

With jokes and songs the time you filled, 

How you waited — glad to die, 

Forever in France's red mud to lie. , 

Sleep in peace, the strife is o'er, 

And peace is now restored once more; 

No more are heard the shells to burst. 

No more are men for blood a-thirst. 

And will your brave deeds die? No never! 

They'll ring from history's page forever. 

Frederick Goodhue '33. 

My Country 

My country is my home, 
Where happy people stay. 
My country is a playground, 
Where happy children play. 

My country is a workshop, 
Where we work, and where we sing, 
And cheerfully solve the problems 
That each new day does bring. 

My country is my home, 

A home that I love well; 

A playground ,and a workshop, 

And there I'll always dwell. 

Jean Merritt '33. 



The Best Kind of Diamonds 

One daj upon the mountain, 

I saw beneath the trees, 
A tiny man go floating, 

His sails set to the bree < 

For suddenly before me 

I saw a fairy lake; 
The elf man sailed across it, 

His fortune there to make. 

The shores 'round about it 

Were covered, fair to see, 
With many tiny di'monds, 

Set sparkling there in glee. 

To me one looked so tempting 

I ran to pick it up; 
But then 1 saw 'twas water, 

In Cowslip's yellow cup. 

And then 1 saw why riches 
Are hunted SO by men; 
The lesson Cowslip taught me, 

I'll ne'er forget again, — 

That water more than di'monds 

Can help the little birds; 
And we can cheer up others. 

With kindly deeds and words. 

Harriet Dodge '33. 

The Sea 

The sea's a deep blue green, 

As dashing breakers roar. 
And curling combers are seen. 

That foam and lash the shore. 

The sea's an inky black, 

No stars are in the sky, 
The water now gives back. 

No reflection to the eye. 

The sea's a silvery white. 

And its pathway to the sky 
Is a-gleam with moonbeams bright, 

As the silent ships pa^s by. 

The sea is touched with rose, 

As the sun comes up in a cloud. 

'Tis only God who know ^, 

The sea's with grace endowed. 

Nathaniel Hill '30. 

On the Peace Conference 

Through many years of war, this weary world 
lias past. At last the states begin to see 
That, if they wish to live, they must decree 
A war on Mar. And so they have unfurled 
The flag of peace. Across the seas are met 
Great men of vision, gathered to discuss 
A plan, whereliy eternal peace may thus 
Replace all hate. We owe the world this debt. 
To what more noble purpose can we strive 
Than that of Peace on Earth, Good Will 

toward men? 
The opportunity is ours. Why, then, 
Not be the first to take the stand and drive 
From this fair earth (if ours all thoughts of 

war ! 
Thus peace would reign with all, forevermore. 

Thomas Barrus '30 

Where Mother Dwells 

Where Mother dwells, there's comforting, 

For every little hurt. 
Where Mother dwells, there's faithfulness, 

Should other friends desert, 
And best of all, where Mother dwells, 

Glad though I've been before, 
I'll always find new happiness, 

And love her more and more. 

Gladys Irwin '31. 

The Storm 

The waves crash loudly on the shore, 
And silence the wind by their mighty roar, 
The lighthouse keeper watches his light. 
Which pierces the darkness of the night. 

The helmsman bravely stands at the wheel, 
And facing the storm, its fury does feel. 
The '•hip plows steadily on in the night, 

With its goal in mind, but not yet in sight. 

The storm rages on, hour after hour, 
Everything pauses, struck hard by its power. 
The towns on the coast are shrouded in gloom. 
As they wail for the day, which can come none 
too soon. 

The raging storm is o'er at last. 
And now the sea gulls wheeling past 
Sec the debris, strewn on the shore, 
And know the world's at peace once more. 

Philip R. Cook '3-2. 



An Ode to My Cat 


It is almost twenty years now, 
Since my Dad bought a kitten — 
Just a tiny ball of fluffy gray — 
Like a soft and furry mitten. 


Then when it had grown much larger, 
And I chanced to come along, 
How I cherished that gray pussy ! 
How I loved its purring song! 


I remember Sunday mornings, 
There'd be scratchings at my door, 
And the next thing he'd be playing, 
With a sunbeam on the floor. 


But these playful ways soon left him, 
He was growing more sedate, 
And his birthdays came much faster, 
Than they ever had of late. 


But the years went speeding onward, 
Till, at last, he was quite old, 
Ne'ertheless, I loved him dearly, 
More than misers love their gold. 


Now, alas ! my old friend's left me, 
But I'm sure he's up above, 
Making other people happy, 
With his purring songs of love. 

Phyllis Baker '31. 


On The Farm 

Room to kick, and jump, and sprawl, 
Room to climb, and room to fall, 
No one to find fault at all, 
On the farm. 

Room to plow, and pull, and sow, 
While I watch my garden grow, 
Talk with God, and wield the hoe 
On the farm. 

Room to take a pleasant stroll, 
Pretty sure to come back whole, 
Traffic cops don't vex my soul, 
On the farm. 

Gladys Irwin '31. 

Starting from the soft, green earth, 
See the pretty flowers, 
Wakened from their winter's sleep 
By the springtime showers. 


Now we know that Spring has come, 
O'er the meadows dancing, 
Robin sings his sweetest song, 
Sunbeams round him glancing. 


Golden sunshine, silver rain, 
Each its work is doing. 
Birds and bees and blossoms fair, 
Now the world renewing. 


O, you merry month of May ! ! 
We have come to meet you; 
Little lads and lassies gay, 
Happily we greet you. 

Irene Porter '31. 


There's a sighing of the branches, 
There's a sobbing of the breeze, 
And a flying of the bluebirds, 
And a flutter of the leaves. 

Each thing whispers, "It is Autumn" 
Every single living thing, 
All preparing for cold weather 
Thru the winter, 'till it's spring. 

Winnifred Lloyd '30. 

My Pal 

He really is quite charming — 

This playful pal of mine, 

With soft, brown eyes and white, white teethj 

And manner quite divine. 

He chooses clothes of black and tan, 
And has a heart so loyal, 
Of course, you surely know by now 
His name — it must be — Royal. 

Phyllis Baker '31. 





The sky is grey and dreary. 

The trees are black and bare. 
The birds have ceased their twittering-, 
For winter's in the air. 

The brooks are frozen over, 

The wind is bleak and cold, 
The squirrels hidden in their nests, 

Find shelter as of old. 


The peaceful night begins to fall, 

The moon peeps through the trees, 

The sleigh bells send their jingling, 
Over the crisp, cold breeze. 

Roslvn Brown '31. 


The wind is rustling through the wheat, 

Setting all the stalks aquiver 

As tho' a thosuand marching feet 

Did make it shake and shiver. 

The tops are now a golden brown, 

With the stalks a duller yellow, 

Waiting for men to cut it down 

For now it is quite mellow. 

Here and there a bird swings low 

Pecking the grain so ripe 

Where the rows of wheat gently flow 

And the lengthening shades of night 

Add a colorful dusky sheen 

To the glowing gold and green. 

Priscilla Webb '31. 

Houses and castles are being built 
Out of the fine, white sand. 
The bright sun adds its color of gilt 
To this peaceful fairy-land. 

Ethel Mosher '33. 

An Evening Sight 

The sun is lost behind the hills, 

But still the shade of light 
Slants upward to the evening cloud 

Of soft and fleecy white. 
And turns, its glowing edges pink 

To natures's deepest dye, 
As if a little child had flung 

His roses to the sky. 

Perhaps a gray, old gardener 

Looks down from Paradise, 
And spies his roses far below' 

With lovely, yearning eyes. 
And some kind angel weights a cloud 

With roses stained with dew, 
Then sends it flying up to him 

Across a land of blue. 

Ethel Mosher '33. 

The Passing of Time 

One night the moon sailed high o'er vale and 

I wandered lonely, close beside the mill, 
The wheel was lying timeworn by the door, 
I wondered why the mill was used no more. 

Then walking on, I saw the forest dark, 
The limbs of scraggy pine trees showed the 

Of passing time, whose footsteps leave a trace 
Of ages past, which no man can erase. 

The Seashore 

Along the shore the children run 
With joy that will not fail. 
Their thoughts arc only thoughts of fun 
As they carry shovel and pail. 

Laughing and skipping, gayly along 
To the end of the shore they go, 
Their voices are gay with merry song 
As they gaze at the tide so low. 

There are gleaming stars in yon distant sky. 
They're there we know, but how, and when, 

and why? 
The ages past have found no answer yet. 
Shall future ages still no answer get? 

As every sunset changes day to night 
Another day has passed on out of sight. 
And so while we are living here on earth 
We'll try to bring to life more joy and mirth. 

Harriet Dodge "33. 



Ode to The Constitution 

Oh, Constitution, our protecting friend, 
Emblem of people's rights and liberty, 
To what great heights will our country ascend, 
With you, the model of Democracy? 
Your framers, greatest men of war and peace, 
Gave to the world a guide for right and law. 
By this our country's wealth and power in- 
To such great heights as these men ne'er fore- 
Gave to each man a freedom never known, 
The right to worship wheresoe'er he pleased, 
The right to have a home to call his own, 
The right to speak his thoughts and not In- 
The right of every lowly worker's son 
To rise by his own worth to heights he's won. 

Roger Warner '31. 


The sun is sinking in the west. 
Men hurry from the fields, 
Small birds are flying to their nest, 
Far off the town clock peals. 

The colors in the west now die, 

The stars are coining fast, 

Winds through the willow tree-tops sigh, 

As they blow swiftly past. 

Silence of dusk prevails o'er all, 
She comes on wings of night, 
But hark! there comes a call 
'Tis the whip-poor-will in flight. 

Rowena Pittsinger '33. 

Regained Fortune 

It was back in the days when the 
only means of travel was by caravans. 
Travel was very dangerous because of 
the many Indians and robbers with 
which the trails were infested. 

As Mrs. Anderson was preparing her 
small daughter Beverly for the long 
journey West, she was thinking of the 
many dangers which lurked ahead. 
Her husband, an engineer, had been 
called West by his work a month ago. 

As it would be necessary for him to 
remain there for at least five years, 
Mrs. Anderson had decided to join 
him with their little four year old 
daughter. Beverly was all smiles for, 
although she had to leave her dear 
Uncle Brooke, the family lawyer with 
whom she had many good times, she 
was going to see her father and get 
back 'Tootsie'. Tootsie was the most 
dilapidated and most beloved of all her 
dolls, and she had unfortunately left 
her in her father's trunk while impor- 
tantly helping him to pack. 

It was a journey of about thirty 
days at the least and, on the fourteenth 
the much dreaded event suddenly hap- 
pened. Although they were always 
looking out for the troublesome In- 
dians, they had scarcely time to fully 
prepare themselves for the attack of 
the Indians, because of their swift and 
surprising approach. They succeeded, 
however, in defeating the savages after 
a fierce struggle in which many were 
wounded. Little Beverly was unharmed 
but her mother lay on a cot with a 
great gash in her side, made by a fly- 
ing arrow. They stopped at the first 
town they came to, and Beverly and 
her sick mother, who was in a very 
serious condition, were transferred to 
the house of Mr. and Mrs. Baxter. 

On the second day of their stay at 
the Baxter home, Mrs. Anderson, who 
had been suffering agony, died. The 
Baxters, who were very }Denurious and 
grasping people, knew that Mr. An- 
derson was a very distinguished and 
rich engineer, so they decided to keep 
Beverly for a while, expecting an am- 
ple sum to repay them. 

It was only a few weeks later that 
the rumor of Mr. Anderson's death 



reached them, and soon they definitely 
found out that he had been killed by 
some drunken miners. Unfortunately 
for Beverly, the}- again decided to 
keep the little orphan for Mrs. Baxter 
had a plan which she thought would 
work out very well. She, too, had a 
daughter named Eleanor, who was the 
same age as Beverly. When the girls 
were older, undoubtedly someone 
would come to seek Beverly as she was 
the heiress of all her father's and 
mother's wealth. Before this would 
happen, however, she would tell her 
own daughter the whole story, and in- 
fluence her to pose as the heiress. 
Eleanor would receive all the money 
and then, — they would have an easy 
time for the rest of their lives. 

Poor little Beverly ! Alone in the 
world and left at the mercy of these 
crude and ignorant people. So Bever- 
ly, now Alice, whose first four years 
had been crowded with love and lux- 
ury, grew up as one of the Baxter fam- 
ily. But because of her high birth and 
the social standing of her parents, she 
did not fit in with these people, nor did 
she like them. Mrs. Baxter, noting the 
undoubtable air of fineness and distinc- 
tion of the girl, was all the more harsh 
to her. Beverly was very unhappy and 
she instinctively shrank from the life 
which she was then leading, and from 
contact with these crude and unrefined 

When the girls were eighteen years 
old, Mr. Brooke decided to take mat- 
ters into his own hands. Beverly, 
wherever she might be, was now eight- 
een years old and the heiress of her 
parents' estate. It seemed only right 
that she should have it, so he prepared 
to search for her. If there should be 
some question of her identity, how 

would he determine who Beverly was ? 
He was not at all sure that he would 
recognize her, and he knew that she 
might recognize him and she might 
not. He looked all about her beauti- 
ful home for some of her babyhood 
toys, but all had been destroyed or 
given away, except one, Tootsie, which 
her father had sent back East as soon 
as possible after he had discovered it 
in his trunk. He remembered that 
Beverly had always had this doll un- 
der one arm when he had seen her. 
and he considered himself very fortu- 
nate to get it. 

In about three months' time he had 
found the man who had driven the 
wagon in which they had traveled. He 
explained to him the attack and Mrs. 
Anderson's illness. He also told them 
where Beverly and her mother had 
been taken. 

One noon, as the Baxter family were 
eating their dinner, someone knocked 
at the door. An elderly man. whose 
appearance plainly showed that he was 
an Easterner, was admitted. His keen 
glance fell immediately upon the two 
girls who were eating at the table. In 
answer to his request for Beverly An- 
derson. Mrs. Baxter pointed out her 
daughter Eleanor to him as the girl 
whom he was seeking. Mr. Brooke 
looked at the girls keenly, and al- 
though he did not say anything of 
what he was thinking, he had his sus- 
picions. This unkempt girl could not 
be the beautiful little Beverly to whom 
he had told so many stories. Surely, 
she could not look like this, despite 
her degrading environment. He 

glanced at the other girl, and was ra- 
ther startled for she was staring at him 
intently, her cheeks Hushed, and in her 
eyes was the expression that told him 



she was trying to revive some dim 
memory. Mrs. Baxter, who was grow- 
ing uneasy, ordered her sharply to stop 
her staring, but in answer to this, she 
arose from the table and slowly ap- 
proached Mr. Brooke. She again 
searched his face with her intent gaze, 
and as she did so, Mr. Brooke knew 
that he was looking into the face of 
the same girl, who, at four had list- 
ened so attentively to his stories. He 
turned to Mrs. Baxter and told her that 
she must have made some mistake, for 
this girl was Beverly Anderson. Mean- 
while, Beverly's face had lighted up 
with understanding, and joy, for she 
had recognized him as her Uncle 
Brooke. In further proof of her iden- 
ity, he brought forth Tootsie, which 
she immediately recalled. Against this 
proof, Mr. and Mrs. Baxter could do 

The next day Mr. Brooke started 
back with Beverly to her old home. 
When she reached it, she knew that 
her dim memories of a beautiful home, 
a mother and father, and kind friends 
had not been merety fancies. Later she 
sent a liberal sum of monej' to Mr. 
and Mrs. Baxter to j)ay them for her 
life with them, with which they had 
to be content. 

Catherine Otis, '31. 

The Weber Fortune 

Olive and Ralph Weber were the 
last and only descendants of Josiah 
and Rachel Weber who were the first 
to settle in the Massachusetts Bay Col- 
ony. Josiah was quite rich and had 
a prosperous harness business which 
he had founded. When he died, he 
was supposed to be extremely rich. 
His heirs expected that they would in- 
herit a vast sum. But, to the surprise 

of all, he left no money to them. Jo- 
siah was an odd man. He never min- 
gled with the public except in business 
transactions. He must have been sup- 
erstitious about banks, because no bank 
books could be found when his heirs 
investigated. He enjoyed the harness 
business immensely. During his spare 
time in the shop, he made a harness, 
very light in weight, which he cher- 
ished more highly than anything else 
he owned . He asked that it be kept in 
the family forever and never be sold. 
Since Josiah had died, the harness had 
been kept undisturbed. It had been 
handed down to Olive and Ralph who, 
in disgust, talked about discarding it. 

Both of them needed money, the 
harness business was failing fast, and 
the mortgage on the building was yet 
unpaid. The interest was due and no 
money could be found. When the man 
came that afternoon and realized the 
situation, he gave them two days more. 
So they decided to take the old har- 
ness down and examine it. They 
thought that they might be able to sell 
it and get enough money to pay the 
interest. Although they realized that 
they could not get much for it because 
it was so light. 

What could have been his purpose in 
making such a harness? 

They examined it closely. Parts of 
it looked well-made, but there was a 
seam in it which had started to rip 
open. Olive was in favor of discard- 
ing "that old piece of leather" as she 
called it. But Ralph thought her plan 
indiscreet, and refused. In handling it, 
they made the opening larger. Out fell 
several well folded bills ! The next 
half hour was the happiest that they 
had ever experienced. They counted 



the money and found that it amounted 
to $23,000. 

The next day when the man came 
for the interest, it was readily paid. 
Soon the Weber harness business 
thrived again, due to the fortune long 
hidden in that old piece of leather. 
Ruthven Daniels, '31. 

The Voice of the Violin 

The spring term had come and 
with it came a new girl. 

A week after the beginning of the 
new term, a group of girls stood in 
front of the school building discussing 
this new girl, whose name was Joan 
Mason, and the violin recital which 
was to take place the following week. 

"I think she is the best sport 
around", cried Louise Andrews. 

"You may like her if }^ou want to." 
retorted Janice Day, the daughter of 
the richest man in Fairview, "but her 
father hasn't a cent." 

"Well, even if her father hasn't a 
cent that doesn't hurt the girl, does 
it?" flamed Louise, her temper getting 
the best of her. 

Just then their conversation was cut 
short by the ringing of the school bell. 

That night, as Louise started to do 
her studying, she noticed Joan Ma- 
son's name in the front of her English 

"I must have exchanged books with 
her," cried Louise, "I shall have to 
take them back to-night." 

So she set out for the Mason home. 
On reaching the house, she heard a 
weird, curious sound coming from it. 
Suddenly it broke into melodious mu- 
sic. Louise's curiosity was aroused 
upon hearing the music, so she went to 
the window and looked in. Much to 
her surprise, she saw Joan playing a 

violin. A man sat beside her watch- 
ing every move she made. Louise was 
so startled she just gazed at the sight. 
but finally, remembering her errand, 
she went to the door and rapped. Joan 
herself came to the door. 

"Hello, Louise," cried a cordial 

"Hello, Joan," replied Louise, "I 
came over because I took your books 
by mistake and you must have mine." 

"I hadn't noticed whether I had or 
not. replied Joan, "anyway I will go 
and see. Won't you come in?" 

"No. I think not," answered Louise. 

While Joan went in after the books 
Louise thought. "Why couldn't Joan 
play at the recital?" All the students 
had a chance to play and the best 
one was awarded a ten dollar gold 

When Joan returned. Louise asked 
her if she would like to play. 

"I would like to," replied Joan, "and 
I think I can." 

"From whom do you take lessons?" 
inquired Louise. 

My father is the only one that gave 
me any lessons." replied Joan, "and 
he made my violin, too." 

Soon after that Louise left. She 
realized that she was going to like 

The day for the recital came nearer 
and nearer. Among the people taking 
part in the recital were Joan Mason 
and Janice Day. Janice scoffed at the 
idea of Joan's playing. She said. 
"What can a girl with such a violin 
and no more lessons than she has hail 
do?" The only trouble with Janice 
was she had been spoiled. Every Sat- 
urday she went to a nearby city to 
lake a lesson, and she boasted of hav- 
ing the best violin in Fairview. 



Finally the night for the recital 
came, Joan was the fifth on the pro- 
gram. Stepping to the platform, she 
raised the violin to her chin. Draw- 
ing her bow down she made the violin 
utter a weird sound. Gradually it be- 
came a happy laughing violin as the 
notes tripped over one another. After 
she had finished everyone asked, "Who 
is this girl who played Beethoven's 
famous "Farewell To The Piano" so 
wonderfully ?" 

The next girl was Janice. Her face 
grew white as her name was called. 
She knew that Joan had done beter 
than she would do, and that she would 
receive the prize. Janice did not do 
as well as she could and the prize was 
given to Joan. 

As Joan went out of the building 
she was stopped by Janice. She said, 
"I am sorry I said such things about 
you and I have learned that money 
can't buy everything." 

Rowena Pittsinger, '33. 

The Price of a Little Spanish Villa 
by the Sea 

It was a minute before midnight in 
a small Spanish city by the sea. The 
heat was terrible, ojjpressive — the very 
air seemed to be holding its breath — 
if such a thing could be. The only 
sound to be heard was the tinkling 
voice of the fountain as it played in 
its marble-bedded pool in that high- 
walled Spanish garden. The minutes 
passed, it was midnight, a scream 
pierced the darkness — the Senor was 
dead ! The cry had come from the 
crimson lips of his seventeen-year-old 
daughter, who, besides his brother, 
was the only relative who survived 
him. As his cold, merciless, deter- 
mined spirit passed from this world 

to the next, a soft breeze sighed, as 
if in relief, and the poppies in the 
garden nodded as if they, too, cher- 
ished that same relieved feeling. All 
very well for the poppies — he was no 
more to them — but to Nina, his daugh- 
ter, there were still those orders, made 
on his death-bed, to be carried out. 
Ah ! that was why she had screamed. 

One minute past midnight, and the 
slight, vivacious figure of the Senorita 
appeared in the garden. 

"Jose, Jose, where are you? It is 
Nina, Jose, in the garden!" 

"I am here, Nina, but why are you 
not at your father's side ? Why, Nina, 
what is it? Surely you knew this must 
come some time." 

"Yes, I knew, he has been ailing so 
long — but it is something else. Come, 
beloved, to this bench near the fount- 
ain, I have much to tell you. I must 
confide in someone. Here, you sit at 
my feet — so." « 

And there in the high-walled gar- 
den, the lithe, black-eyed Nina told 
her story to her fearless Spanish lov- 
er. Here it is : 

"It was father's wish that, at his 
death, he should be taken at once in 
a coach, with no attendants except ser- 
vants, to where Mother is buried, a 
great many miles from here — some- 
where in northern Spain. Within an 
hour after his death, he wished me to 
be married to Sandro, that sly, good- 
for-nothing orphan who came here 
when a boy, and gained, by some mi- 
racle, my father's affection. Father 
did not know when he hired you as his 
servant a year ago that I loved you — 
ah, no ! But he found it out, and 
thinking you of a much lower class 
than I, he objected. I have argued 
with him, explaining that Sandro is 



probably of a low class, too, as we 
know nothing of his past, but he 
maintained that Sandro bad been ele- 
vated from whatever class he might 
have been in. Silly! But, Jose, I do 
not trust Sandro. He is sly. He wishes 
to marry me so tbat be may gain my 
wealth. Of course, this place is in my 
bands, and, if I marry him, be will get 
it by some trickery, and then squander 
it. Squander it, Jose, tbe place of my 
forefathers ! He has threatened tbat. 
if I do not marry him, he will steal 
the papers which give me the right to 
it. Then he always laughs and says. 
"But you will marry me, Senorita," and 
then I am afraid, Jose, because I know- 
nothing of the law, and I fear that he 
will fool me, and get my fortune. I 
have just sent word for my dear uncle 
to come, and when he arrives, I shall 
give the place over to him, Jose, and 
go with you to that little villa by the 
sea, but it will take some time for him 
to get here, and 1 fear for this place 
my father always wished would re- 
main in our hands. So I have hidden 
the papers, Jose, in the little drawer 
in this very bench where I am sitting, 
and here is a tiny key to it. I have a 
duplicate of the key for my own use. 
Keep this one for me, dear, and watch 
Sandro! Help me! No. I will not 
marry him regardless of my father's 
orders, but, until 1 catch him in the 
act of trying to steal the papers, I can 
do nothing, yet 1 know perfectly well 
of his schemes. I know he is getting 
desperate, for he knows I have sum- 
moned my uncle, and at times he 
pleads madly with me to marry him. 
Sometimes I fear he will kill me and 
I am so helpless and alone. Oh, Jose, 
shall we ever reach that little villa, 
shall we?" 

"There, there, give me the key, Ni- 
na, do not fear, it will be all right. I, 
too, suspect Sandro. but we will fool 
him. Now go to rest — you are tired." 

The two stood up, Nina plucking 
a poppy as she did so. Laughingly, 
she stsuck it in the j)ocket of Jose's 

"Oh, Jose," she cried, "the stem 
comes right through. You have a hole 
in your pocket, that is a bad sign." 

Then the two parted. 

The next afternoon, Jose, while 
standing on the edge of the garden was 
stunned to see Sandro in broad day- 
light trying in vain to pry open the 
drawer of the bench where Nina had 
hidden the precious documents. Jose 
turned and walked away, sneezing as 
he did so. Sandro started, then rose, 
and sneaked from the garden, his eyes 
narrowed angrily. In Jose's brain beat 
but one thought. 

"Change the papers to some other 
hiding place — Sandro knows." 

Without realizing that the rascal 
might be spying upon him. he hurried 
to the seat, and fitted the key into the 
lock, his fingers working feverishly. 
He looked up to see Nina watching him 
from the edge of the garden. The next 
minute Sandro silently joined her. 
grinning wickedly, causing the Senor- 
ita. with a frightened cry. to turn on 
her heel and hurry away. The next 
moment, Sandro also disappeared. Jose 
without unlocking the drawer, rose 
and slipped the key into the same pock- 
et in which Nina had put the poppy the 
night before. It dropped through the 
unlucky hole to the ground, unnoticed 
by Jose who was walking hurriedly 
away. The next moment a tall, stoop- 
ing figure sneaked into the garden, and 



picked up a tiny object which had fal- 
len into a poppy bed. 

Some time later, when darkness had 
begun to settle down once more upon 
the small Spanish city by the sea, Ni- 
na slipped noiselessly into the garden 
with the same purpose in mind that 
Jose had had a few hours before. 
Swiftly she knelt before the bench, and 
fitted her key into the lock. The 
drawer opened — it was empty ! Wild- 
eyed she stared — then a cry escaped 
through her dry lips. 

"What's the matter, dear heart?" 
asked a wheedling voice. It was San- 

Like a tiger, the girl sprang to her 
feet, and faced him. 

"Sandro, those papers are gone ! You 
have stolen them !" 

"Ah, yes, dear heart, I have stolen 
them. You can stand there and say' 
that can you? when you saw your 
darling Jose at the bench a few mo- 
ments ago with you own eyes. Ah, 
yes, what ----." 

But the sarcastic jest was never fin- 
ished. When Sandro threatened her, 
Nine feared him, but when it was 
Jose whom he wronged, she feared not. 
Nor was she going to let this oppor- 
tunity pass ! The next instant two 
slender hands clutched Sandro's throat, 
and when he, surprised at her quick, 
unusual action, attempted to lurch 
himself away from her grasp, one 
dainty slippered foot neatly tripped 
him, and he sprawled quite unexpect- 
edly upon the walk!" 

But the little heroine did not need 
to call so desperately, for even as San- 
dro was attempting to rise, the fine 
Spanish youth had sprung upon him, 
]u'nning him helplessly to the ground. 

The action within the next five min- 

utes was so rapid that Nina hardly 
knew what was happening. When she 
entered the garden to get the docu- 
ments, and change their hiding-place, 
she had just missed Sandro who had 
just stolen them. As he was sneak- 
ing from the place, he had glanced 
back to make sure that no one had seen 
his action, and had observed Nina en- 
ter the court-yard and kneel before 
the drawer. In order to throw the sus- 
picion upon Jose, but with the papers 
right in his pocket, he had turned and 
started his conversation with Nina. 
Now he was being searched, the docu- 
ments were in Jose's hands, now in 
Nina's — he was about to make a final 
trial for freedom when a tall man en- 
tered upon the scene. With the pa- 
pers in her hands, Nina flew to him, 
and pressed them against his breast — 
her uncle had come — the estate of her 
fathers was safe. Sandro was to be 
taken care of and duly punished* — and 
that little house by the sea, surround- 
ed by flowers, and nearly covered with 
clinging vines, was waiting for her and 
Jose ! 

That night a little after the hour of 
twelve, a tall, broad shouldered Span- 
iard sat — not near a poppy bed but on 
a stretch of yellow sand, and he was 
listening — not to the troubles and 
fears of his little Spanish sweetheart, 
but to a song sung to the accompani- 
ment of a guitar, by his little Span- 
ish wife. To the right was — no, not 
a fountain in an artificial pool, but the 
sea, upon the surface of which glim- 
mered sparkling moonbeams, and to 
the left was the humble little cottage 
which he and Nina had tried so long- 
to attain. 

Phyllis Baker, '31. 



The Result of An Accident 

The four girl chums from Ravville. 
New Hampshire had been spending t lie 
month of August on Cape Cod at their 
cottage "Sandy Bar". They had 
brought Gracious Ann Bean, the faith- 
ful colored servant with them. 

The time for the trip back to New 
Hampshire was drawing near, and the 
girls spent a large part of the time 
bathing in the refreshing sea water. 

One afternoon Jane Andrews and 
Eleanor Field went to their usual 
bathing place, while Betty Brown and 
Marion Jordan remained at the cot- 
tage. Betty was deeply engrossed in 
a book, and Marion was sewing in a 
large rocker when a crash was heard 
outside. Both girls jumped to their 
feet and rushed to the door. A large 
Hudson had crashed into a telephone 
pole and overturned. Marion, who was 
well experienced in nursing, rushed to 
the road with Betty. The chauffeur 
was trying in vain to get his mistress 
out from under the car. With the help 
of the girls, and some men from a 
nearby farm, Mrs. Andrews was taken 
safely out and carried to the cottage. 
When the doctor arrived, he said she 
was suffering with two broken ribs and 
a broken arm. As soon as she was 
made comfortable, the girls came 

"Marion," said Betty, "wasn't that 
woman's name Andrews? 

"Why, yes," Marion answered. 
"What of it?" 

"Do you suppose she could be Jam s 
mother?" "Don't you think they look 
alike ?" 

Then the girls' conversation was cut 
short when .lane and Eleanor entered. 
At once they heard the news and both 
were as greatly excited about it as 

Betty and Marion had been. It was 
agreed that the girls should not try 
to talk to the injured woman for a few 
days, and in the meantime Eleanor was 
informed of the thoughts of Betty and 
Marion. The name of Andrews was 
not mentioned to Jane. The first 
chance they got. the girls went up to 
the sick room. 

Mrs. Andrews, feeling much better, 
told them the story of the accident. 
She said her chauffeur, becoming very 
excited when he saw a cow in the road, 
struck a telephone pole. She had just 
returned from abroad where she had 
been for sixteen years. She also told 
them that she had a daughter whom 
she had lost when the child was two 
years old. At these words the girls 
fairly jumped from their seats, but 
they let Mrs. Andrews continue. 

Soon Mrs. Andrews noticed a little 
gold pin which Jane wore. On it were 
the initials J. E. A. "Oh! my baby's 
initials", she cried and looking up she 
asked. "What is your name?" 

"Jane Elizabeth Andrews." an 
amazed girl answered. 

"Is it true?" "I- it true?'" A weak 
voice muttered. 

"Is what true?" asked Jane. 

"That \ ou are my long lost child. - ' 
cried the woman. Then Mrs. Andrews 
told her story which coincided with all 
that Jane had learned from the asylum 
where she had been brought up. 

Great was the joy of everyone that 
Jane had found her mother. Mrs. An- 
drews and the girls remained at the 
cottage until she was able to return 
home, then she and Jane went to New 
York where tlu\ wen to stay for tin- 
winter. As happy as the girls were, 
they were a bit disappointed to find 
that their dearest friends was leaving 



them. But they all remembered that 
they would see each other the follow- 
ing summer, when Jane and her mo- 
ther would join them at "Sandy Bar." 
Ruth Pittsinger, '32. 

A Faithful Friend 

Wilda and Ethelyn Jones were en- 
joying a summer vacation at "Sunset 
Camp". Their home was in Boston. 
They were both students at the High 
School. Wilda was seventeen years 
of age and Ethetyn was fifteen. 

It had been a very warm day and 
as the sun dropped behind the blue 
hills and a slight breeze stirred the 
leaves, Wilda received an inspiration. 

"Let's go for a hike/' said Wilda to 
her sister. 

"Don't you think it's rather late to 
start on a hike?" asked Ethelyn. 

"Late ! why this is the finest part 
of the day. I should think you would 
enjoy walking now, there is such a 
wonderful breeze," said Wilda. 

"Sure! I'll go, but let's bring Sport 
along with us. You know he would 
be a fine guide, if we should get lost," 
replied Ethelyn. 

"I like that! I guess I know the 
way, this is the third year I've been 
here," Wilda answered quickly. 

"All right, let's go," answered Ethe- 
lyn quite pleasingly. 

At last, after a bit of confusion, the 
girls were on their hike. They had 
to cross a small brook, and then fol- 
low a narrow path. 

"I'm going to take you to the top of 
that hill. I was up there last summer 
with the girls and it was so nice and 
cool up there." said Wilda. 

The two girls walked on for about 
an hour and then came to a place 

where the path intersected with an- 
other path. 

"Which path do we take?" inquired 

"The one to the right, I think," an- 
swered Wilda. 

"I thought you said you knew the 

"Yes, I remember, we took the path 
to the right, and some way or other 
you end up by coming to a path that 
leads back to the camp," answered 

"I'll take your word for it," replied 

They continued on their way, and it 
began to get rather dark, but Wilda 
tried to make her sister think that she 
didn't notice this. Wilda appeared to 
be very quiet as they walked on, and 
Ethelyn began to get worried. 

"What's the trouble Wilda, you're 
not saying a word?" she asked. 

"Oh ! nothing, only I'm rathdr tired," 
replied Wilda. 

Are we coming to the road that leads 
to the camp soon?" inquired Ethelyn. 

"Yes, I guess so, it seems that we 
should have come to it long ago" — 
Wilda continued — "I'm beginning to 
think that we took the wrong path. 
It's getting quite dark, I don't know 
what we had better do." 

"Well! I know one thing, if this i^ 
a rock, I'm going to sit down, I'm so 
tired, I can't walk another step," re- 
plied Ethelyn, who was really weak 
with fear. 

"I'll sit beside you, I hope you are 
not afraid because there is nothing to 
harm you here," said the older sister, 
fiuite bravely. 

As the two girls sat there, they could 
hear the whip-poor-will sweetlj r sing- 
ing. "If there only was the pale moon- 



light that usually goes with the whip- 
poor-will's singing, we could easily 
find our way home tonight," thought 

Suddenly Wilda jumped up from the 
rock. " Kthelyn," she exclaimed, "I'm 
sure I saw a light, coming towards us, 
but now it seems to be gone." 

Just as the two girls had given up 
all hojjes of returning to camp, they 
heard a loud, harsh cry, which proved 
to be the bark of a dog. This seemed 
to be only a short distance away. Wil- 
da exclaimed joyously, "That's Sport, 
or I'm not Wilda Jones.' 

Sure enough, it was Sport, and in 
a short time they heard approaching 
footsteps. Then they saw lights, 
which came from two flashlights. A 
man's voice was the next sound to T)e 
heard. "We were sent to look for you 
girls as the people back at camp 
feared that you had been lost," he con- 
tinued, "please do not give us the cre- 
dit for finding you. Your owe it all to 
your dog, Sport, who is surely a faith- 
ful friend to you two girls." 

The girls thanked the men, and re- 
turned to the camp with them. Wilda 
decided that it would have been better 
to take Sport when they started on 
their hike. They told of their experi- 
ence and said that they would never 
go on another hike unless they had a 

Gladys Irwin, '31. 


Five o'clock — relief for weary feet 
and tired minds of the girls who rushed 
for the elevators. 

"Well, Jane, how was business at 
your counter today?" asked plain 
little Sally who looked very defiant of 

the world's hard knocks in her cheap 
clothes and jewelry. 

"Oh, Sally, it was worse than ever! 
All these rich girls from the Drive 
come breezing in and order me around 
so. Tired — say!" 

As they went toward the subway 
entrance the two girls remained silent 
— thinking of the day's most trying 

Then Jane burst out with — "Say. 
Sally, why can't I be like that? Rich, 
you know, and go around to all the 
department stores and shop as I 
please? Why do I have to slave all 
day in that store for that measley 
money to support my invalid mother 
and sister? Well, of course, I would 
not hurt mother and Sis for worlds — 
but just the same I'd like to have all 
the fun and nice clothes other girls 
have ! Now, think of Ruth Beverley — 
she doesn't appreciate or deserve all 
she has !" 

"Well," sighed Sally at this vehe- 
ment outburst, "all I can say is — life 
is like that! You get used to it. Here's 
my stop. Now don't get the blues — 
that spoils it all. Night, Janey." 

Jane walked up the steps of her 
apartment house with heavy feet and 
a drawn look on her pretty face. A s 
soon as she closed the door she sensed 
something wrong. A small sniffle 
made her look up. Why — there was 
Sis coming down the stairs crying. 

"Why, little Kitten !" exclaimed Jam 
forcing a cheerful smile. "What can be 
the matter? — Break your dolly?" 

"Oh Janey — its mother! I've been 
so afraid all alone. Mother is so sick ! 
Help her, Janey," wailed the little sis- 
ter and pulled Jane up the stairs. 

"Let me see what the trouble is — 
Hello, mother, how — why, mother 



dear — Here, Kitten, run and get me 
some water and towels." 

The big sister ran to her mother's 
side and pushed back the hair from 
the white cold brow. "Now — oh, the 
water, thanks, Sis." She softly bath- 
ed the sick lady's head and face while 
crooning soft endearments. 

Soon the mother's eyes slowly 
opened. "Janey, dear — I'm all right. 
— just a weak spell. But — Janey, my 
big helpful girl, don't leave me." And 
she went to sleep with her weak head 
resting on Janey's arm. 

Jane, kneeling by her mother, raised 
her head and looked out into the sum- 
mer dusk with far-seeing eyes. 

"Why, I'm needed here," she mused. 
"They need me and I need my 
mother and 'little kitten'. Who needs 
Ruth Beverley like this? Life is like 

Winnifred Lloyd, '30. 

Winning Her Honor 

Helen Benton was an orphan whose 
father had been killed in the war and 
whose mother died shortly after, so 
sdie was sent to the orphanage to live. 
At first she considered this great fun 
but later she grew tired of it. When 
she was thirteen years old she was 
taken by some people who, realizing 
her ambition and desires, sent her to 
high school. Here her grades were 
good but she was disliked by the pu- 
pils as they considered her much be- 
low them. She had friends but they 
were not true friends. 

A five-dollar gold piece was to be 
given to the pupil who could read and 
deliver the best oration. Helen was 
chosen as one of the eight best and 
at the final contest she received second 

prize. The one who received first 
prize was John Hamilton, a junior boy 
who was very prominent and intelli- 
gent. He liked Helen very much but, 
because of his social standing, his par- 
ents would not allow him to associate 
with her. 

One day as she was walking home 
from the store she heard a scream and 
a splash. She quickly ran to the side 
of the river where a little boy had 
fallen into the water. She slid off the 
bank into the river where the water 
was about up to her chin. She grabbed 
the little boy and held his head out of 
the water until the people who lived in 
the next house came to their rescue. 
This child was the brother of the one 
who had won first prize fn the speak- 
ing contest. 

From that time on John's parents 
grew to like Helen and often times- 
she would come to dine with them. 

After she had been graduate'd from 
High School she became a very fam- 
ous speaker. 

Three or four years later she mar- 
ried John who was now president of a 
large bank. They bought a little cot- 
tage on the hill and there lived in hap- 
piness, sharing their joys together. 
Doris Sanderson, '31. 

The Castle 

Mrs. Ellen Joy and her daughter 
Florence, who was nineteen years of 
age, were on a train going to the castle 
which they had inherited from Mrs. 
Joy's uncle. They lived in a small 
apartment and had little to spend for 

"It will be sort of spooky to live in 
a large castle after living in a small 
apartment," Florence told her mother. 

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"I shall like it because it will be such 
a change from the stuffy apartment," 
answered her mother. 

Soon the conductor shouted "Pres- 
ton," so they got off as the castle was 
near this town. They rode the rest of 
the way in a bus. 

Arriving at the castle they found it 
very large and '"spooky", as Florence 
had said. They were welcomed by 
Mrs. Link, the house-keeper. 

"Did you stay here by yourself after 
Mr. Joy died?" asked Florence. 

"No Miss," she answered, "My bro- 
ther stayed with me." 

Soon Florence made a tour of the 
grounds and inside the castle. 

A month later Mrs. Joy said to 
Florence, "We ought to sell this castle 
and buy a small house." 

"Well, I think you are right, mo- 
ther because the money we had saved 
is almost gone." 

So the next day the advertisement 
appeared in the paper. That after- 
noon a man came to buy it. Florence 
noticed instantly that this man's eyes 
were the same color as Mrs. Link's bro- 
ther's, but she didn't know, if it were 
he, why he should disguise himself. He 
made one otter after another, until 
Florence, wondering why he was so 
eager to buy the castle, told him that 
it wasn't enough and he went away. 

That night Florence said to her mo- 
ther, "There is something in or around 
this castle that that man wants to get. 
So we must look through everything 
and see if we can find it." 

But her mother only replied, "Well, 
you can, but I'm not going to trouble 
myself. 1 do not think there is any 
hidden treasure around here." 

Florence knew that there was some- 
thing hidden here because all the time 

they stayed there, there, was someone 
that turned furniture over and rum- 
maged in desks, evidently trying to 
find something. And one night Flor- 
ence heard someone talking to the 
house-keeper. The next afternoon when 
Mrs. Link's brother came, Florence 
took particular notice of his eyes and 
was convinced that he was the buyer 
who came yesterday. 

Next morning as she was looking 
through some old papers and letters. 
she found a very small gold key. In 
her search through the rooms to see 
if it fitted anything, she found a huge 
key hanging beside a picture of her 
uncle. This key had the same shape 
ami design as the small one. At last 
Florence and her mother found a small 
keyhole on the right hand corner of 
the picture. The key fitted perfectly. 
She turned it and the whole front of 
the picture opened. When they saw 
what was there they both gasped, for 
there were small shelves rilled with 
paper money. 

"Mother," said Florence. "Isn't it 
lucky that we didn't sell the castle?" 
Then added aloud to herself, "So this 
is what Mr. Link was after." 

"What is that you said about Mr. 
Link?" asked her mother. So Flor- 
i nee told her how- Mr. Link had come 
twice in disguise to buy the castle, be- 
cause he knew that money was hidden 
in the castle somewhere. 

The next afternoon, when Florence 
saw a man coming, she quickly ran 
down and started to sprinkle the lawn. 
As he came nearer she turned the wat- 
er into his face, determined to remove 
his disguise. Surprised, but knowing 
that "the game was up," he Med and 
was never heard from again. 

Florence and her mother, now very 



rich, lived happily in the castle which 
became their home. 

Anastasia Kostek, '33. 

"Where There's a Will, There's a 

Barbara MacDonald was the oldest 
of seven children. She had now grad- 
uated from grammar school and wished 
to enter high school. She wanted to 
be a teacher but her father could not 
afford to send her to high school. 

The day she graduated was a hap- 
py one. All her classmates had plans 
for the following }'ear. Many of her 
friends asked her what she would do. 
But, alas, she did not know. 

That evening when the little one had 
been put to bed and Barbara had re- 
turned to the living room, her father 
said, "Well, Barbara, have you decid- 
ed to 20 to work as I advised you?" 

"No, father, I have decided to en- 
ter high school!" replied Barbara. 

"To enter high school!" exclaimed 
her father, "who will pay your ex- 
penses ?" 

Barbara, sick at heart, started to 
the door but turned and said, "where 
there's a will, there's a way," and then 
she fled from the room. 

When away from everyone she cried 
but not for long. She finally dried her 
tears and went to the window where 
she sat gazing into space, dreaming of 
the days when she would be teaching 
little children. 

The next morning when she arose, 
she did not feel much happier than 
she had the night before. All day 
long she helped her mother with her 

Day after day passed the same way 
and one day when she could stand it 

no longer, she decided to go to the 
city and look for a position. She went 
down town and to her disappointment 
found no employment so came home 
with a heavy heart. 

As she entered her yard once again 
she found her mother in the doorway 
with a letter in her hand. It was ad- 
dressed to Barbara. It was post- 
marked New York City. 

She knew no one in New York ex- 
cept an aunt who lived there. She tore 
open the letter and read the following: 
My dear niece, 

Your cousin corresponds with one 
of your schoolmates. From her we 
have learned that you have graduated 
from grammar school and wish to en- 
ter high school. 

As a favor to you and my dear sis- 
ter, I am offering you work at my 
house which will bring good wages 
and you may have your board free. 

Here you ma}' enter high school, 
Barbara read no farther. This was not 
the success she had dreamed of but 
she would do anything to enter high 

She wrote immediately to her aunt 
and then packed her bag and went to 
New York. At New York her aunt 
received her stiffly and ushered her 
lo her room at the back of the house. 

After her aunt had left her, she felt 
very lonely, but this was only the be- 
ginning of her hardships. When Bar- 
bara entered high school she found lit- 
tle time to cultivate friendships. So 
she had to strive by herself to reach 
her goal. Amid her hardships Bar- 
bara fought bravely. She stood well 
in her studies. 

Three years dragged slowly by with 
little enjoyment for Barbara. But 
finally the fourth year came. Barbara 



studied harder than ever, and received 
as a reward the honor of giving the 
"Farewell Address." 

Barbara was pleased to receive her 
diploma which she held tightly. 

After awarding the diplomas, the 
superintendent, stated that a scholar- 
ship was to be awarded to the student 
who did the highest grade of work. 
To the great surprise of Barbara, she 
heard her name announced. Amidst 
the congratulations, Barbara could on- 
ly repeat to herself. "Where there's a 
will — there's a way." 

Ruth Pomerov. '32. 


It was midnight and the doctor was 
pushing his way forward through the 
howling wind toward his destination. 
The wind sent Hurries of snow about 
him and the icy coldness of the air hit 
through his scanty clothing — scanty, 
because he would not insist that his 
bills be paid. 

He had heard of an accident which 
had happened down the road and was 
now on his way there. A high pow- 
ered car had been hurrying through 
the night when it went over a steep 
enbankment, a good half-mile from the 
doctor's home. So regardless of the 
-now ami wind he came to the scene 
of the disaster. 

Two bodies could be seen lying 
quietly together and a smaller body 
could be seen near by. The doctor 
examined them and found only the ba- 
by alive. He was greatly moved by 
the wailing er\ of the baby and took 
her home. The next morning an ac- 
count of the accident appeared in the 
paper but it was a mystery for no one 
could identify the people. The doc- 

tor kept the baby and grew greatly 
attached to her. He christened her 
Daphne. Everyone who came to see 
her wished to adopt her for she had 
a sweet disposition, laughing blue eyes 
and sunny hair. But as time went on 
the doctor hoped more and more that 
no one would come and claim her. The 
people could not understand how an 
old doctor could expect to raise the 
child as a girl should be brought up. 
They did not know that years ago the 
doctor had been disappointed in a love 
affair and that this tiny girl received 
more love and care from him than any 
one else could give her. 

She grew up into a beautiful girl, 
a great comfort to her foster parent 
and a great help financially. The doc- 
tor was growing old and could not do 
much work so consequently Daphne 
took a position in the office of Stim- 
son and Sons. 

One day the Earl of Wessex entered 
the office where Daphne worked and 
showed that he was greatly moved by 
her appearance. On the impulse of the 
moment he asked her who she was and 
she replied that she was the daughter 
of Doctor Brown. The Earl had not 
been to the States for several years 
and had not heard that Doctor Brown 
had a girl so he decided to call on the 
doctor and incidentally meet his wife. 

The Earl went to the house and 
knocked, expecting to be admitted by 
the doctor's wife but the doctor re- 
ceived him. After the ordinary con- 
versation about health and weather. 
the Karl asked to meet his wife. He 
replied that he was not married and 
the Karl asked him if Daphne wasn't 
his child. The doctor told the Karl 
of the accident and was surprised to 
s t e him grow pale. He stopped and 



inquired what the trouble was so the 
Earl told his story. 

His daughter had wanted to marry 
a man who was below her socially. 
He refused his consent and told her 
that he would disown her if she mar- 
ried him. So the girl ran away and 
came to the States with her lover. He 
had not heard from them since and 
Daphne looked so much like his daugh- 
ter that he was startled when he saw 
her. There could be no doubt but that 
Daphne was his grand-daughter. 

When the girl came home the situa- 
tion was laid before her and she had 
to decide between the two men. As 
much as she hated to hurt the Earl 
she knew she would have to because 
she could never leave the man who 
had been a father to her. 

The Earl stayed at Mellenville to be 
near her and two years later the doc- 
tor died. She then went to live with 
her grandfather and married a young 
nobleman. Through all the years that 
followed the doctor's death, she never 
forgot the poor old man who saved 
and went without comforts for himself 
to give her a fitting education and 

Priscilla Webb, '31. 

A Forced Landing 

Jim Keeland took off from Dwight 
Field for a tryout in Don Saunder's 
new waco biplane. 

He climbed rapidly to fifteen hun- 
dred feet, leveled off and started 
stunting. As he kicked the rudder to 
come out of a bank, something snapped 
and the bar jerked over. He knew 
instantly that the cable controlling the 
rudder was broken. 

Jim's first impulse was to use his 

chute, then remembering that the plane 
was not his, he resolved to take his 
chances and stick by it. 

He cut the motor and pushed for- 
ward on the stick. A second later 
he was diving towards the earth. The 
wind screamed through the wires. 

He held the shijD level with great 
difficulty as the rudder napped back 
and forth. 

At about thirty feet above the 
earth, he pulled the stick back until 
it touched his khaki fl} r ing suit. The 
ship responded and a minute later 
pancaked into a field, about five hun- 
dred yards from the airport and came 
to a stop five feet from a barbed wire 

As Jim sat there in the cockpit, Don 
came running up. 

"What happened Jim?" he inquired. 

"The rudder cable broke," answered 

"Why" asked Don "didn't you use 
your chute?" 

"Because," replied Jim, "it wasn't 
my plane so I took my chances on sav- 
ing it." 

Don didn't say anything, but the 
way in which he gripped Jim's hand 
made words unnecessary. 

Frederick Goodhue, '33. 

Hare and Hounds 

It was a chilly summer morning 
when the bugler of Camp Sherman 
sounded assembly. Immediately there 
issued from the different tents groans 
and yawns as the scouts of Allenville 
troop awoke. Then followed shouts 
when they climbed out of the blankets 
and felt the sharp air from the lake. 
The} r dressed hurriedly in order to be 
ready for their setting up exercises. 



Then, carrying their soap and towels, 
they went down to the lake to wash 
Ik fore breakfast. 

Sam Brown and Henry Stevens, the 
two scouts who could run the fastest, 
walked slowly behind the rest to dis- 
< 11 ss plans for the hare and hound hunt 
which was to take place that day. 

"This is an ideal day for our hunt." 
said Henry. 

"Yes, the air is snappy and the sky 
is clear, so Ave shall have to keep off 
the hilltops as much as possible," re- 
plied Sam. 

"That is a good idea", Henry an- 

"Let's go up towards the North Hill 
and then, if we can get over the bare 
space on top without being seen, we 
can trick them in the swamp, down on 
the other side", suggested Sam. 

"That's quite a distance away, isn't 
it?" asked Henry. "Last year Scout- 
master Edwards only let us go as far 
as we could in an hour". 

"I asked him about time last night. 
He said that we could go as far as Ave 
pleased, provided that Ave did not get 
lost. And then he gave us permission 
to stay overnight in McEver's lumber 
camp, up on the slope of Old Baldy' '. 
said Sam. 

"That's some hike and means a 
knapsack for grub besides our bag of 
papers", replied Henry. 

"On the contrary, Ave won't carry 
anything but our bags of paper," an- 
swered Sam. "There is grub in Mc- 
Ever's camp. He leaA-es it there for 
hunters or hikers who may come 

"Let's not talk about it again until 
we get going", said Henry. "Some 
of the others might hear us and then 
our plans would be spoiled." 

After breakfast, Mr. EdAvards gave 
them their last instructions. Then they 
put a feAV sandwiches into their poc- 
kets and started off. 

After completing a circle around 
the camp, they began traveling at a 
fast walk or where the going was good 
at a jog trot, scattering the paper as 
they Avent. 

When they came to the slope of 
North Hill, they slowed doAvn. Real- 
izing that they had out-distanced the 
hounds, they took time to form an- 
other trick circle. This they crossed 
with still another, and started off in 
different directions. They did this in 
order to keep the hounds in the thick 
Avoods at the foot of the hill, from 
which spot the open space on the top 
of the hill could not be seen. After 
reaching the top of the hill, they made 
fast time doAvn the other side. 

It was tAvo in the afternoon when 
they reached the swamp. The going 
became much harder, for they had to 
jump from hummock to hummock of 
solid ground. 

"This is hard work, to keep from 
slipping into the mud." exclaimed Sam. 

"Yes. but it will be harder for that 
bunch of hounds", replied Henry. 

"We are very near McEver's Cam]) 
and will be able to stop there over 
night", said Sam. 

"Won't the hounds catch up to us?" 
asked Henry. 

"No, I don't think so." replied Sam 
"The trails that Ave left are hard to 
follow. They will probably turn back 
tonight, and then rush right here ear- 
ly in the morning. It will only take 
them an hour when they come in a 
direct line, for they can drive the 
truck as far as the wood road half a 
mile below here." 



Approaching the camp, they noticed 
that smoke was curling up from the 
chimney, and they decided that Mc- 
Ever must be there. Sam entered 

"Nobody home, but look here," he 

Henry came in and saw a pile of 
mail sacks and money bags in the cor- 

"What can this mean?" he re- 

"I'll bet it is the loot of that bunch 
of train robbers that we read about 
yesterda}'," replied Sam. 

"Then it is up to us to catch them," 
replied Henry. "Let's club them when 
they come in." 

"Nothing doing," said Sam. "They 
will have their pistols." 

"Let's hide somewhere then and 
watch them until our chance comes," 
said Henry. 

Searching the room, Sam found a 
secret closet. They stepped into this 
just in time to escape the notice of 
two large, burly men who entered. 

"Well, Mike," said one, we ought 
to get that train tonight and then beat 
it with our loot to Canada." 

"Not if we can help it," whispered 
Sam to Henry. 

The men played cards for a while, 
then began to get supper. This made 
the boys think that they hadn't had 
much to eat, and the prospects of get- 
ting any more for some time were 
very dim. When night came, the men 
took off their guns and laid them on 
the table. 

Sam whispered softly to Henry say- 
ing, "I'm going to get those. You 
watch the men and signal if they stir." 

He reached the guns and took them 
back to the closet and waited. 

The robbers awoke at midnight. 
When they saw that their guns were 
gone, they searched frantically for 
them. They approached the closet 
where Sam and Henry were hiding 
and opening the door, they faced 
these two guns. 

"You've got us. Now what are you 
going to do with us?" said Mike. 

"We're going to wait until our 
friends come along, and then give you 
a nice ride into town," replied Sam 

"One of those guns is empty," 
sneered the robber. 

"I guess one can take care of you 
both," said Henry. 

Sam said, "I'll keep watch for a 
while and then you can." 

"No, we'll both watch," said Hank 

"But first let's see which gun is emp- 
j. " 


"Mine is," said Sam. 

"All right, I'll keep watch for a 
while and then hand the gun to you," 
replied Henry. 

Sam was sleep}' when Henry hand- 
ed him the gun but he thought that he 
could keep awake. Toward six o'clock 
he dozed off. The robbers saw their 
chance, and started for him. Henry 
heard them, and shouted a little too 
late, for they had the gun. 

Henry took a desperate chance and 
when the robber came near, he kicked 
the gun into the air and it went off. 

At this moment the scoutmaster 
rushed in and seized the man. 

"Come on, boys," he shouted. 

The scouts rushed in and Sam and 
Henry grabbed the other man just as 
he was about to shoot the scoutmaster. 

After they had the men in the po- 
lice station in Allenville, they re- 



ceived their reward and bought a new 
mess tent for camp with it. 

The next day when Sam met Hen- 
ry he said. "That was some game of 
Hare and Hounds !" 

"Yes", replied Henry, "but it isn't 
often that we would get a mess tent 
for a prize." 

Roger Warner, '31. 

Prize SiDeakin 

This year, as a new activity, Wil- 
liamsburg High School entered an in- 
terscholastic prize speaking contest, 
under the able supervision of Miss 
Burke of the English department. To 
choose its two representatives, an elim- 
ination contest was held in the school 
hall February 21. Those who took part 
were : Juvv Black, Gladys Irwin, Win- 
nifred Lloyd, Jean Merritt, William 
Merritt, Gordon Nash, Carrol Thayer 
and Roger Warner. Gordon Nash was 
judged worthy of first honor. His 
selection was "The Highman" by Sir 
Alfred Noyes. To Juvy Black, second 
honor was awarded and her selection 
was "The Explorer" by Rudyard Kip- 

Inspired by the enthusiasm of their 
coach, these two contestants very 

ably represented our high school at 
the Interscholastic Prize Speaking 
Contest, held at Hatfield, March 21. 
The other schools which took part 
were, Huntington, Chester and Smith 
Academy of Hatfield. 

Gordon Nash brought to Williams- 
burg High School the glory of first 
place. His prize was a gold medal. 
Second prize, a silver medal, was 
awarded to Miss Virginia Cook of 
Huntington and third prize, a bronze 
medal was awarded to William Cooney 
of Chester. 

Since our first attempt was crowned 
with success, we hope that in the fu- 
ture, greater honors may come to Wil- 
liamsburg High School from what was 
for us, a new field of endeavor. 

We ShooM Like tt<o> §ee^ 

Someone recite voluntarily in Mediae- 
val History. 
Betty Wells coquettish. 
Neva Nash morbid. 
Roger Warner bow-legged. 
Betty Healy short and fat. 
Mr. Wilder without his morning paper. 
Miss Johnson angry. 
Piiscilla with straight hair. 

Ray Lee sit still for five minutes. 
"Bebe" Daniels study with concentra- 

Packard without his red cheeks. 
Roslyn Brown awkward. 
Mr. Warner open the doors on time. 
Gordon Nash without his singing voice. 
The Juniors in Washington next year. 

.Belbattiiig Society 

President: Nathaniel Hill 

Vice-President: Winnifred Lloyd 
Sec. & Treas.: Phyllis Baker 
Executive Committee: Thomas 
Barrus, Chester Golash, Aus- 
tin Snow 

Under the usual, efficient guidance 
of Mrs. Warner, and with plenty of 
enthusiasm brewing, the Debating So- 
ciety for 1929-30 early showed signs 
of another successful year in this par- 
ticular phase of school activity. Now, 
at the end of our debating season as 
we look back over the year, we real- 
ize that those hopes which we cher- 
i.-hed are not impossibilities, as we 
once feared, but glorious realities, for 
success has come to us, as to our pre- 
decessors, in wonderful abundance. 

The September debate was on the 
question, Resolved : that United States 
should join the League of Nations. 

Roger Warner received first prize in 
this, and Carrol Thayer, second. 

With the question, Resolved: that 
United States should recognize Soviet 
Russia, the October preliminary was 
won by Phyllis Baker, with Gordon 
Nash second. 

Our last preliminary, held in Nov- 
ember, was won by Priscilla Webb 
with Doris Sanderson second, who de- 
bated on the subject, Resolved: that 
immigration to the United States 
should be further restricted. In Dec- 
ember, our first interscholastic debate 
took place in South Deerfield with 
Winnifred Lloyd, Thomas Barrus and 
Roger Warner representing W. H. S. 
This subject was also, Resolved: that 
immigration to the United States 
should be further restricted, Williams- 
burg upholding the negative. We were 
victorious. In February we sent 



Winnifred Lloyd, Nathaniel Hill and 
Thomas Barrus to Amherst to uphold 
the aegative on the question, Resolved: 
that United Stales and Canada should 
jointly improve the St. Lawrence 
waterway for navigation and power. 
Here again we were the victors. 

Our final interseholastic struggle 
was held here in Williamsburg with 

Huntington as our opponents and the 
question, Resolved: that capital pun- 
ishment should be abolished. Phyllis 
Baker, Priscilla Webb, and Nathaniel 
Hill supported the negative. This de- 
cision showed our record still unbrok- 
en. This is a flaming challenge for us 
'80-'31 debaters! Let's keep that rec- 
ord unchanged ! 



Some One of These Days 

\ on re the Cream in my Coffee 

(Tea or Milk) Tom Barrus 

Romance "College Days" 

We're the Sunday Drivers 

Pat Merritt, Catherine Otis 
Washington Square Nat Hill 

I'm a Dreamer Phyllis Baker 

Like a Dream Roslyn Brown 

Little Ray of Sunshine Mr. Wilder 
In My Little Love Nest 

Barbara Bissell 
Alibis Seniors 

Bicycle Made for Two 

Georsre Rustemever 
We Two, Together Blanche Heath 

Priscilla Webb 
I'm Laughing Neva Nash 

Think of Me Sometimes Lois Bisbee 

Louise Roger Warner 

Please go 'way and let me sleep 

Bill Malloy 

Everybody gives me good advice 

Elroy Stanton 

There'll come a Time Ruth Pittsinger 

Don't You Remember? Gladys Irwin 



J J 


This season which started with many 
advantages was a great success for 
the girls' team. The first game was a 
marked victory and each game fol- 
lowed suit except the last game of the 
season when they met a disappointing 
defeat. However, we owe the season's 
success to Mr. Wilder's efficient coach- 
ing and the strong team spirit that 
was always present. 


W. H. S. 33, Huntington 22 
17, Charlemont 10 

12, Alumni 2 
19, Ashfield 10 
17, Charlemont 10 
11, Ashfield 6 

19, Smith School 17 

13, Huntington 25 


As cold weather approached, the 
talk of basketball was frequently 
heard. The outlook from a victory 
angle, was a guess, for Burgy had lost 
three of her first five last June. How- 
ever, continued practice and a fight- 
ing spirit brought good results. The 
season ended in a very exciting man- 
ner. Sanderson Academy was here, 
and the hall was packed to the limit. 
With but three minutes to play San- 
derson was leading 12 to 6. Sudden- 
ly Burgy started, but old father time 
was just too fast, for the whistle blew 
with the score 13-12 in favor of San- 


W. H. S. 26. Huntington 9 
12, Hopkins 1(5 
33j Charlemont 15 

6, Ashfield 14 
19, Charlemont 10 
23, Smith School -15 
19, Smith School 33 
29. Huntington 17 
33, Belchertown 17 
25, Belchertown 17 
12, Ashfield 13 


The baseball season opened this year 
with four new players. However, they 
are rapidly working into a fighting 
nine. The pitching problem has been 
a difficult one, for all are new at that 
position. As the season progresses, 
Burgy hopes to even up the column 
of wins and losses. 

W. H. H. 10, Smith School 11 
5, Sanderson A. 14 
7, Charlemont 2 
4, Sanderson 8 
14, Charlemont 11 
4, Belchertown 14 
4, South Hadley 14 
9, Huntington 1 

Games to be played yet with Hun- 
tington, South Hadley, Smith School, 
and Smith Academy. 



Alumnm! Note 


President: John Brequet 

Vice-President: Robert Mellen 
•Secretary: Mrs. Sophie Eaton 
Treasurer: Maud Warner 

Executive Committee 

Frank Bisbee Margaret Trainor 

Nelle Dolan Helen Nash 

Gertrude Dobbs Anne Dunphy 

Jane Kiely Mrs. Raymond Warner 

Catherine Burke Edwin Wilder 

Class of 1929 

Barbara Bisbee — Wesson Memorial 

James Coogan — Northampton Com- 
mercial College. 

Alice Dansereau — North Adams Nor- 
mal School. 

Walter Kulash — Massachusetts Agri- 
cultural College. 

Rena McCloud — Position in Green- 

Edith Pearl — At home. 

Evelyn Russell — North Adams Nor- 
mal School. 

Davis Snow — Northampton High 

Clary Snow — At home. 

George Waller — At home. 

William Witherell — Northampton 
Commercial College. 


Anita Smith '21 to Edward Foley of 

Mildred Roberge '28 to Lester Damon 

of Shelburne Falls. 
Elizabeth Pennington '28 to Leroy 

Packard of Westfield. 
Evelyn Atherton '28 to Leslie Taylor 

of Williamsburg. 
Wilfred Graves '21 to Marion Heiller 

of Fairhaven. 
Dorothy Jenkins '21 to Leon Tiley of 

Ruth Smart '24 to Harvey Cranston of 

Daisy Waite '24 to Donald Powers of 

Ruth Waite '24 to Roswell Jorgensen 

of Haydenville. 
Darby Cook '25 to Jeraldine Rock of 

Mildred Ball '22 to Francis McGee of 

Richard Smith '21 to Margaret Hub- 
Lula Bisbee '15 to Frederick Smith of 

Donald Nash '18 to Katherine Dixon 

of San Francisco. 
Martin Dunphy '16 to Nan Sheehan 

of Lowell. 

Graduating from College: 

Edward Foster '25 from Clark Uni- 
Flora Manwell '24 from M. A. C. 





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